14 august 2020
Not A Renegade
The summer moon with
poetry and musk.
I waited full evening
to become a coherent whole.
I wanted to quit, like
a Buddha, not to come back
in the baked mud house
where the sun would not break.
The earthen lamp with
a flickering flame, under the
holy basil, wants to die
before the moonrise.
Paralysed lower limbs
will make you sit like a god
on the altar, deaf and dumb.
You don't want to learn
about the red lips of the goddess.
Moon was bleeding heavily.
Sit in a lotus position.
Sky is going to fall.
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